MelloYellow

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It seemed to have been my birthday, and my mother decided to bring me to a bakery past midnight to choose a cake. The store owners seemed to have lived in the bakery, but were not angry at being woken. Instead, they seemed apologetic that they couldn't serve us. We negotiated for a moment, and they seemed to be on close terms with the president. They gave us an address at which we could meet him, and they told us he'd let us borrow the presidential car. Suddenly, we're sitting in the car of a secret service member in the midst of afternoon. The seats are oddly green, and he seems anxious, switching between being deathly serious and lighthearted. Suddenly, it's night time and it jumps to the car being rolled over, all of us hiding behind it as he shoots at some approaching enemies. There is a short cut to of finally getting to the car, and we drive it back to the bakery. The store owners are glad to see us, and we bring back three cookies, offering the two of them some. My mother takes one also, but I somehow materialize a new one for my self. They are dry and taste like extremely salty soy sauce, yet everyone keeps eating them. We're all laughing about something, yet one of the shop keepers notices that I made a new cookie appear and looks at me strangely.